So it took James and I months to come up with a name for this blog. He liked names I didn't. I liked names he didn't. The names we both liked were already taken.
We stumbled across Truce Be Told on my birthday. James took me out to brunch and we enjoyed a slow and fabulous two-hour meal while brainstorming ideas.
I immediately fell for Truce Be Told. James wasn't as convinced. "It sounds negative and argumentative," he complained. I thought he might be right. But it was my idea so of course I tried to convince him otherwise. "It's clever. And catchy," I told him. "And it's just what our marriage blog entails: telling stories of compromise."
I'm not sure if it was because of my persuasiveness or the fact that it was my birthday, but James finally caved. Truce Be Told it would be. The first armistice of our blogging life.
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